decembrie 05, 2011

shade of reflections

The fish in the fishbowl and the bird in the cage.You refuse to invent them in the sea or the air.You stylize or copy once you have seentheir small, agile bodies with your honest eyes.You love a matter definite and exact,where the toadstool cannot pitch its camp.You love the architecture that builds on the absentand admit the flag simply as a joke. The steel compass tells its short, elastic verse.Unknown clouds rise to deny the sphere exists.The straight line tells of its upward struggle